Jade walks to the window of the Hospital on Marble Island. Drawing the warmth from the room like a cocoon around her. Her eyes slowly turn from her usual emerald green to a solid onyx black, mirroring the mable walls and floors of the hospital.

"I call upon my sisters, the moon is round, the circle formed. Tonight we conjure!"

The winds on Marble Island seem to split as she casts her arms out. The energy released stirring the winds sending out her message. The last known wytch of The Sisters of the Moon and now the Mistress of Tremere, calling upon the new chantry, incomplete as it is, summoned for the practiced ritual. Her thoughts provoked by the forked tongues of Trinsic, her heart needing revenge....

Sighing gently, "I will begin the training....." Jade looks down at her bracelet with the mark of Trinsic. "Bound by a leash the dog obeys, choked by their own struggle."

Her eyes slowly returning to the familiar green....as she pets the bracelet so lovingly.

The heart has been cut from it cell. Jade laying it upon the circle the daggar in her other hand. The blood elemental's sacrifice will not go unused. Cutting her palm with the daggar they wytch calls upon the words of the dead. Her blood drips upon the heart, fluttering it back to life.

The lights dance upon her eyes as she watches the heart beat. "Soon you will be beating within anothers cavity." she says softly. She holds the heart gingerly within her palms. The wound already sealed. The life beating within, a strong steady beat.